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dragonlady7Headache.
Have been considering myself in a good mood this 'weekend' so far, but upon reflection, I really have been rather grumpy and testy. I think I need a nap. I will take one, in a bit. I seldom nap nowadays, but when I have a day off I always stay up late the night before-- and then get up when Z goes to work, which means I don't get any sleep. Which might explain the grouchiness.
Mostly I have been spending my time pondering gardening, and doing laundry. I know that leaves a lot of hours unaccounted for, but that's sort of always the way of things with me-- where does the time go? I don't know.
Most interestingly, I am consulting the seed catalogues and the Encyclopedia of Gardening my mother loaned me, and am putting together A Schedule for the garden. Since I'll be starting seeds indoors, I'll need to have some sort of plan lest I totally miss all sorts of deadlines.
I am being assisted in this endeavor by a wonderful calendar given us by Z's mom, who got it from her church: it's just a twelve-month typical wall calendar, but it's illustrated by Catholic paintings of the Aryan Jesus sentimental tripe sort, and has all the major Holy Days of Obligation marked, and this is the best part: Every day you're not supposed to eat meat is marked with a line drawing of a fish. How much does that rule?
I am halfbreed-Catholic enough that I find this overwhelmingly amusing.
So I am annotating this calendar with all the dates upon which I must plant or move things. I am slightly hindered by my lack of a firm date to apply to "when ground can be worked"-- peas, lettuce, and a couple other things want to be planted then, and I know it's before the last frost, but I don't know when it is. (Obviously, it varies.) So I don't know where to put that on the calendar. Perhaps I should consult the Farmer's Almanac...
I also think I need to buy a truckload of topsoil for the front yard, where the ground has subsided after sewer work was done. I also think there should be either a hedge or a raised bed of some sort, or something elaborate, up there, just to make use of the space and conceal the utter shittiness of the repaired lawn over the sewer.
But partly I am grouchy because the drain in the basement into which the washing machine empties has suddenly become clogged, and I don't know why or when. This means that tens of gallons of soapy water have been puddling across the floor. The drain does eventually, well, drain, after an hour or so, and so I've managed, by spacing it out, to get all my laundry done, but I really don't know what to do-- it's very annoying, and the dehumidifier is naturally finding this to be rather hard to deal with. And I'm tired of bailing the standing water into the basement's other drain...
Have been considering myself in a good mood this 'weekend' so far, but upon reflection, I really have been rather grumpy and testy. I think I need a nap. I will take one, in a bit. I seldom nap nowadays, but when I have a day off I always stay up late the night before-- and then get up when Z goes to work, which means I don't get any sleep. Which might explain the grouchiness.
Mostly I have been spending my time pondering gardening, and doing laundry. I know that leaves a lot of hours unaccounted for, but that's sort of always the way of things with me-- where does the time go? I don't know.
Most interestingly, I am consulting the seed catalogues and the Encyclopedia of Gardening my mother loaned me, and am putting together A Schedule for the garden. Since I'll be starting seeds indoors, I'll need to have some sort of plan lest I totally miss all sorts of deadlines.
I am being assisted in this endeavor by a wonderful calendar given us by Z's mom, who got it from her church: it's just a twelve-month typical wall calendar, but it's illustrated by Catholic paintings of the Aryan Jesus sentimental tripe sort, and has all the major Holy Days of Obligation marked, and this is the best part: Every day you're not supposed to eat meat is marked with a line drawing of a fish. How much does that rule?
I am halfbreed-Catholic enough that I find this overwhelmingly amusing.
So I am annotating this calendar with all the dates upon which I must plant or move things. I am slightly hindered by my lack of a firm date to apply to "when ground can be worked"-- peas, lettuce, and a couple other things want to be planted then, and I know it's before the last frost, but I don't know when it is. (Obviously, it varies.) So I don't know where to put that on the calendar. Perhaps I should consult the Farmer's Almanac...
I also think I need to buy a truckload of topsoil for the front yard, where the ground has subsided after sewer work was done. I also think there should be either a hedge or a raised bed of some sort, or something elaborate, up there, just to make use of the space and conceal the utter shittiness of the repaired lawn over the sewer.
But partly I am grouchy because the drain in the basement into which the washing machine empties has suddenly become clogged, and I don't know why or when. This means that tens of gallons of soapy water have been puddling across the floor. The drain does eventually, well, drain, after an hour or so, and so I've managed, by spacing it out, to get all my laundry done, but I really don't know what to do-- it's very annoying, and the dehumidifier is naturally finding this to be rather hard to deal with. And I'm tired of bailing the standing water into the basement's other drain...
